All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Liz’s POVArthur looked at me with something fierce in his eyes—something raw and burning and barely held together.“I’m not leaving,” he said quietly, but there was nothing soft in the way he said it. His voice carried the weight of a promise. “Not until I find a way to fix this. But I need you to tell me everything. Everything you remember.”I nodded slowly, even though the thought of speaking the words out loud made my throat close.“I’ll try,” I whispered. “It’s all… broken. Foggy. Like my memories are behind glass.”He didn’t say anything. Just waited. Steady. Present.So I closed my eyes and reached for the beginning.“I wasn’t doing anything special that day,” I began slowly. “Just running errands to prepare for Lumian’s party. I’d been trying to plan something—something that might make him see me again. Really see me.”My voice trembled, but Arthur didn’t interrupt. His presence was grounding—strong but not suffocating.“I went into town. I thought it’d be a short trip. I had

Arthur’s POVI woke with a jolt, breath catching in my throat.Panic clawed at me before I even registered why—until my eyes snapped to the bed.Liz.She was still there.She was lying on her side, facing the window, the faintest glow from the early morning light kissing her beautiful features. She looked peaceful, like an angel, almost like she was just sleeping, like she wasn't a ghost.Relief hit me hard, and I let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand over my tired face.I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I didn't want to take my eyes off her. Something inside of me had feared that if I did, she might disappear again—flicker out like the ghost she was.But she hadn’t.She was still here.And moon goddess, she was beautiful.I sat there quietly, watching her—taking her in, just for a moment. Just to look at her and imagine she wasn’t stuck between worlds and she was still the living, breathing, beautiful woman that had stolen my heart. I should’ve told her how I felt.Last night, when

Arthur’s POV“Answer me.”The words cracked through the air like a whip, echoing off the walls with force that could’ve broken stone.I stood there, eyes locked on Lumian, every nerve in my body tight, my wolf clawing inside of me. I could feel Liz just behind me—her pain was a silent pressure in the air. Her hope was thinner now, fragile, trembling like a flame on the edge of being snuffed out. It was cruel to watch, and every part of me wished I could shield her from this pain.And still, she waited for a man that didn't care for her.So did I.Lumian’s mouth opened. Then closed. His eyes darted away—toward the floor, the walls, anywhere but at me. He was a Coward.“I—” he finally stammered, his voice weak. “It’s not like that.”“Then tell me,” I snapped, struggling to hold back my wolf that wanted to come out and make him pay for the pain that he was coursing her. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that.”“I never said I wanted a divorce,” he muttered, almost

Robert’s POVThe hallway stretched ahead, silent except for the echo of our footsteps. Carlos walked beside me, hands in his pockets, jaw tight with that familiar stiffness that always meant he was stewing in something. Pride. Denial. Maybe guilt. Maybe not enough of it.We were heading to see Judy, my sister.And yet, somehow, it felt like I was walking beside a stranger.“She’s probably already in surgery,” Carlos said, voice light, too casual. As none of this weighed on him, it was just another day.I didn’t respond.I couldn’t.There was too much boiling in my chest to answer that with anything but silence.“You’re really going to be with her right now?” I finally asked. My tone wasn’t gentle. “With Judy?”Carlos frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means Liz is still missing,” I said flatly. “And you’re acting like it’s nothing.”He rolled his eyes. “There are no signs of rogues or a struggle. And Lumian found that letter, didn’t he?”I stopped in my tracks, turning to f

Liz's POVI didn't feel anything anymore.Not the sting of Carlos's words or the ache of being forgotten.It should've hurt. Maybe it still did somewhere deep inside. But right now, all I felt was numbness.Carlos's voice still echoed in my mind. He had given me hope only yesterday, making me believe that he was going to try and find me. How quickly that hope had been lost."Ask Robert to take you to the place where they found my blood," I asked. The need of wanting to find the truth burning stronger than ever inside me.Arthur didn't hesitate. He just turned to Robert and said it as if it were his own idea."Take me to the place where you found her blood. Now."Robert stiffened slightly but nodded.I walked along next to Arthur. After a while, Robert came to a stop."This is where the scent ended," he said. "Where we found the blood."Arthur's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area. He didn't wait. He moved past Robert and began searching on his own, brushing past low-hanging branches